Yeah yeah, this blog was getting bored, so it sort of messaged me... Hey, dudette, what about a post?

So there I have to write up something to please him. Panu is getting angry.

I checked this particular site, and I laughed till I fell off the chair... http://houseoffame.blogspot.com/

Extremely funny, I say.

So well, I was supposed to write something or the other. What was it? Oh, yes, You know, so it was Sunday night, and Cassini's Division [Typo corrected, Duchess!!!] was on full blast, and Trina, my friend, suddenly dumped a fistful of cigarette butts on my head. I was damn furious, wanted to poke out her eyes, or at least pull out her eyebrow stud, but Abir, my friend, and partner (who had enough vodka in him to pass off as a Russian) stopped me at it. So I decided to leave the show early, but somehow got late because Munkky was being adviced on the finer points of quizzing. Munkky looked suitably helpless, and ran away as soon as he could.

Abir, looking for the next victim, turned towards me.

"I'm hungry."

I led him towards the general direction of KFC. As we were about to cross the street, Abir spotted a random kid of around 17 wearing a silver hat.

Oh dear.

But the damage was done.

"I hate your hat, Man."

I dragged him off to KFC, and as I was about to order, there was a polite "hehek-khiyuuz-mee-hee-hee" behind us.

And the kid lectured Abir for nearly five minutes on how he was drunk, and thats why this "BEEEG MAN" was letting him go, simply because he had a girl with him. The kid was almost 4 feet 10 inches, and Abir was roughly a feet taller.

Poor Abir. He took it all in, with an insolent "SO?"

And after the kid left, he hung his head in shame.

Oh no, that was the Vodka.

First Day of Job...

Not exactly job, the first two months shall be training..... and well, till now, its going well. I am currently doing my voice training.

Ta-Te-Ti-To-Tu.

Singing in the Rain, anyone?

And the Trainer. Is gorgeous. I am extremely pleased with the hours I can look at his lips moving and imagine...

The Thief

Ah the sound of thunder outside, with the knowledge that some one stole a good 5000 rupees from the room where I was asleep, from right over my head.... literally. I was so in the vestiges of my dreamworld that I did not note when reality stole in and took away fifteen days of suffering's result.

Damn.

My face fell the other day and hit the pavement along with the rest of my body. OUCH!

So then I picked myself up, looked around, quite embarassed... and walked on, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in my left ankle. Again. Damn.


I went home with my leg aching, and sore throat, and the next day I got myself a job.

Nothing fancy, though, but still, a job.

And this is how life goes on... mundane, moral and misogynistic.

I used to call my friends up and they used to tell me that nothing much went on in their lives.... what about me? And me being the one leading the "exciting" life, told them all how weird it was to look outside the window and see the clouds make patterns or something equally normal into something supernatural, out-of-this-place, just to tell them that life is not all about looking at a thing from the angle of a practical, dead vision............. expand your mind, free it, and the rest will follow.

I sound Osho.

But thats it. You have to let go, and see how wonderous this world is... I can fall for it over and over and over again, and realize the beauty of it, and the ugliness, and it fills me up with pleasure to know that I can perhaps tell others and they can convey it to others, and maybe I will be able to spread the message.

And at the moment of enlightening, the sky darkens, and the wind blows, and the earth goes Kaplooweeey.... and thats that.

End of the story, people, move along now.

The people I know nowadays....

Bimbabati = a charming adorable piece of ulikimittichhanalebaba who can twirl the world around her little finger and smugly proclaim "Hnu Hnu bawa".... and well, I guess she can, because this little midget has to be the littlest atom bomb that has hit the mind-zone of Panu. I proclaim her, in charming adoration, the female form of Puss-in-Boots a la Antonia Banderas.


Peep = Obsessed with her bottom and upper and lower body and other numerous bits and pieces of her mind and soul, I often lose myself in the world she creates in her words.... needless to say, I was one of those hapless victims who cried herself to sleep in the middle of the night because of her farewell post to JUDE. Other victims include the Babel, Sukanya, and the Fish (this is another fish, not the BABEL, I repeat, NOT THE BABEL).

Rimi = A blogger with an attitude problem (at this point I expect Insults, complaints and bricks, but shall not waver from the point) who claims she is the calamity Jane of Kolkatan JUDEan scene.... she holds the Sapphic cup of warm tea in her left hand and a nice bar of Mars dangles from the right. Believes in almost anything, from psychic mindfucks to weeping wombats... she comes to me on a summer dream, and I sort of bask in her glory.

And then,

Kaichu = a population all by herself, she defines and defies explanation and makes my head swim with her ability to speak nonstop for god-knows-what-hours in the middle of the night when I face with the horror of a load-shedding. She is to me what Eve is to Adam, my original SIN.

To the humble reader, KAICHU is mine, and the aforementioned three creatures who are wonderous and beautiful are rather late in pursuit, for I have given Kaichu a ring. And here I say it, I don't expect fidelity, but I do expect a feel.